Kenny McCormick, although only at age 16, had experienced death many times. This we all know. Throughout the years he grew to accept that he may never really die and therefore never be able to pass on. True, there are some days where he is spared of his horrific fate, but others he isn't so lucky. Could there be a way to break this chain? Impossible, he thought, if there was I would have found it long ago. He had lost all hope in ever finding a release for this curse and lived the live of an immortal fallen angel. The only thing that could save him was himself. Kenny rested his chin on his hand while he stared out of the bus window watching everything pass by. Having gotten little to no sleep due to his parent's reckless fighting, Kenny was dreadfully tired as he opened his mouth wide in a loud yawn struggling to keep awake. Casually, he reached over to his back pack and rummaged through seemingly useless items until he found his Playboy magazine. Leaning back in the seat he flipped through the pages looking for perfect eye candy to distract him. He jumped when Stan flopped over the seat and poked his shoulder.

"Dude, Kenny, Mr. Garrison is gonna be pissed if he finds that you got another one of those." He warned.

"So?" McCormick mumbled over his hood.

"So, I'd be careful where I put that. He could have you suspended for having that kind of stuff in the school."

He rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear him. Finally he found the perfect picture of a lady wearing almost nothing. Her body was of a goddess, superb curves, amazing rack, beautiful face. He softly licked his lips at the sight and smiled to himself. Stan simply shrugged and sat back down next to Kyle.

"I swear, that boy is getting on my nerves." He sighed.

"Don't be that way, I'm sure that he'll wake up eventually." Kyle nodded.

Five of Kenny's "books" have already been taken away by the teacher in the past week, but he always had a way of getting them back. Kenny yelped in protest when Cartman snatched it from his hands and smiled evily.

"What are you looking at this rubbish for?" He snickered.

"Give that back! I saved up all my money for that!" Kenny reached up to grab the magazine.

"Ah ah, first you gotta beg."

"No way! Just give it back!"

"Beg or else the little cover whore gets a little visit from Mr. Scissors!" Cartman held up a pair of sharp blades threatening to cut the front cover.

"No! Please, d-don't!" He felt his face grow red with fury. "If you do I won't ever forgive you!"

"You like this little cover whore, eh? Tell you what, I'll let her go if you give me ten dollars."

"Damnit Cartman you know I don't have that kind of money!"

"Such a shame." He said innocently and proceeded to fold the paper in half.

Kenny froze in torture and thrusted his hand in his pocket. He brought out the three dollars he had left over from his allowance after he bought the book and shakily handed it out to Eric.

"I'll give you the other seven when I get more money, I swear!" He said in a trembly voice.

"Hmm." He acted like he was busy thinking about it as he began to crease the paper.

"Please Cartman!" He brought his whimper to a wail.

"Alright, I better have the money by the end of this week." He smiled with a mischevious glint in his brown eyes.

Cartman threw back the book with slight folds and went back to his seat with the three dollars. Kenny eagerly grabbed it and unfolded the cover to make it as perfect as it was before. Carefully placing it back in his backpack he put his forehead on the back of the seat in front of him when a loud shout awoke him.

"Oh my God! We're going to crash!" Butters pointed.

Miss Crabtree was getting elderly and often fell asleep at the wheel, but her age didn't stop her from yelling at the children when they needed to be quiet. The bus went off the road and Butters's scream made her overcorrect. The wheels hit ice and all the teens were pushed up against the windows. Kenny braced himself for more students to be squished beside him when he was suddenly catapulted from the seat. The bus had had crashed into a huge tree and jolted everyone especially Kenny, who was then sent flying against the ceiling and through the windshield into the trunk of the tree. The glass had cut his face badly and he was bleeding heavily from his head. The sharp stings of the wounds were almost too much to bare until, as if on cue, the tree snapped from the impact of the vehicle and it came crashing down onto him. He flinched at the bark that scratched his face even more as it crushed his body. Slowly the feeling in his legs faded away, then in his upper and lower torso, then his arms, his mind about to shut down until he saw a small shape before him. The picture was fuzzy as he drifted in and out of conscienceness, but as the lights flickered he saw the shape getting closer and closer, until it was upon him kneeling and holding its hand out to him. He struggled to get his arms to work again and soon it shook violently in attempt to grab the angel's hand. It whispered something inaudible and when he tilted his head the angel said it again.

"I'm sorry for letting this happen. I promise you won't feel this pain again."

Kenny's hand finally grasped the angel and closed his fingers tightly. Tears bubbled up in his eyes not only from the extreme agony of both the sensation and numbness of his limbs being crushed, but from the terrible reality that this will always continue. Nothing, not even an angel from heaven, could stop it. And yet here it was, this mystical being saying that somehow, someway, it can protect him from these tragedies. A white light filled the surroundings and it abruptly cut into blackness with the last words heard from Stan and Kyle.

"Oh my God! They killed Kenny!"

"You bastards!"

The next thing he knew he awoke in his bed the very next day. He looked at his hands and moved his fingers, bent his knees, and patted his body down. Alive. Sighing he looked at the clock and raced out of bed at the sight of the time. Running out of his poverty stricken neighborhood, Kenny dashed to school. Mr. Garrison gave him an angry look as he burst through the classroom door.

"Mr. McCormick, can you tell me why you're late today? Or better yet, why you sluffed an entire school day yesterday?"

"I was killed by a fallen tree that the school bus hit into and was revived late." Kenny crossed his arms.

"Right, keep using those "I died and was brought back to life" excuses. Next time you're late I'll be informing the board. Now take your seat."

"Yes, sir." Kenny walked over to his seat to see a stranger in the desk next to him.

Confused he sat down and looked through his papers to find his book. While he looked at the scantily dress women the stranger tapped on his shoulder. Kenny quickly tried to hide the book, but knew inside it was too late.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" The stranger said, their voice muffled by the light blue scarf that covered their mouth.

"Uh, sure." He rumaged in his desk and handed the pencil to the new student.

"Thanks." Setting the pencil down the stranger turned back to him again. "My name's Shay Frost."

"Kenny McCormick."

"Are you late often?"

"Only when I die in the mornings."

"McCormick, is there a problem?" Mr. Garrison demanded..

"No, sir."

"Then be quiet and pay attention."

After a few minutes of mind numbing math problems, the bell for lunch sounded their freedom for an hour. The teens quickly put their things away and went out the door into the cold air outside. Kenny searched for his friends and ran to join Kyle, Stan, and Eric once he found them.

"Heh, good one, Kinneh." Cartman giggled.

"What?" Kenny questioned.

"Nothin, nothin."

"He's talking about your late excuse." Stan put his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, that."

"Yeah he's getting pretty sick of it."

Kenny sighed as he noticed that his friends were too. He had been telling the truth for many years now, but none will believe him. He's even tried killing himself in front of them all in vain. They would forget the next time he was brought back to earth. To change the subject, Kenny scanned the area for the new kid.

"Do you guys know who the person sitting next to me is?"

"Him? His name is Shay Frost." Kyle stepped in. "No one knows where he comes from, but I hear he's really really poor."

"Yeah, rumor is that he lives in your neighborhood, Kenny."

"Really?" Kenny was shocked. Why had he never seen him around before?

"Dude, everyone says he lives in that old playground. His parents abandoned him and he has no known relatives."

He had only visited that place once with his little sister, Karen, but she ran into his arms crying about the creepy ghost that scared her away. Since then he hasn't visited thinking that it was haunted. Never did he think that someone was actually living there.

"Yeah! Since you and that Tammy Warner chick aren't together I think this is the perfect chance to get a taste of the same gender!" Cartman smiled.

"You fat-ass that's gross!" Kyle disagreed.

"Come on, Kenny is Shay's mysterious knight in shining armor! The only difference is that he's too damn poor to afford a horse!"

"They don't belong together stop being such a racist."

"I'm just saying they would be soo cute." Eric put his hands together and looked up to the sky.

"That's not cool." Kenny shook his head.

After school Kenny decided to walk home so that there wasn't a chance of having another freak accident. Footsteps followed him and he listened as the snow crunched behind him. Stopping for a second he expected the stranger to as well, but instead the footsteps quickened into a run until a light blue blur hurried passed him. A cold chill crept up his spine as he watched Shay sprint right over an ice patch like it was just ground. He rubbed his eyes and shrugged, continuing on with his walk home. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was just tired. Death's face appeared in his mind and he didn't want to go to sleep anymore. He went straight to his room once he was inside the house and looked out the window at the playground in the distance. Shay was nowhere to be seen. Who was this person? He had yet to find out.

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